Workings of manSet to ply out historical life.Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree.All awakening, all restoring you.

Workings of man, crying out from the fires set aflame.By his blindness to see that the warmth of his beingIs promised for his seeing, his reaching so clearly.

Workings of manDriven far from the path.Rereleased in inhibitionsSo that all is left for youall is left for youall is left for youall this left for you now.

Master of things. Master of light.Songs cast alight on you. All pure chance.Hark thru dark ties. As exists cross divided.That tunnel us out of sane existence. In all encircling mode.In challenge as direct. Oh closely guided plan.As eyes see young stars assemble. Awaken in our heart.

Master of soul. Master of time.Set to touch. Setting sail.All impenetrable youth. Over all of our lands.Ask away. And as we look.That thought be contact. Forever closer.With all that's clear. Shall we now bid.Be honest with yourself. Farewell, farewell.There's no doubt, no doubt.

High vibration go onTo the sun, oh let my heart dreamingPast a mortal as me.Where can I be?

Wish the sun to stand still.Reaching out to touch our own beingPast a mortal as weHere we can beWe can be here.

Like the time I ran awayAnd turned aroundAnd you were standing close to me.

Like the time I ran awayAnd turned aroundAnd you were standing close to me.